It was two days later when Jasmine finally decided to grace me with her presence.

"Well it's about time!" I exclaimed when she walked into the room. Her long, layered black hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail and a few strands had managed to get free and frame her face. She wore blue jeans and a loose black shirt. She wore no make up—like usually—except for a little bit of light pink lipstick. She walked right up to the side of the bed and set to pulling a thermos and a mug out of her bag.

"I would have been here sooner but your moronic brothers called me and gave me the heads up about what was going on with you and told me to stay away and let you heal naturally. But, as usual, I wasn't going to listen to them." She poured the tea into the mug as she spoke the scent of honeysuckle filled the room and I inhaled deeply. She handed the mug to me. "Drink."

I drank. One sip and the warmth spread throughout my body. I could already feel the magic of the tea working, healing my wounds.

"Now, normally, I would have only brought you a mug because that's all that you usually need, but when Shayne told me exactly what had happened to you, I knew you needed more than a mug, so I brought you a thermos. Drink it all—but not all at once—and rest for about an hour after. You should feel good as new by tonight and be released tomorrow."

"Thank you," I said. Without another word, she turned and left. I rolled my eyes and drank my tea. I did exactly what she said—well almost exactly. I drank my tea, one mug after another, until the tea was gone. Once there was nothing more to drink, I closed my eyes to rest a little while. I only meant to rest for five minutes but when I woke up and glanced at the clock on the wall it was just after seven in the evening. I'd slept for nine hours. Damn, what did she put in that tea? Maybe she knew that I wouldn't rest afterwards so she made sure that I would. Damn her.

Apparently visiting hours weren't over because just as I was sitting up on the bed, my brothers walked in with James.

"Hey sis, how are you feeling?" Shayne said. He looked happy to see that I was feeling better…until he saw the thermos and mug on the bedside table. His smile fell. "Damn it, Persephany."

"Don't," I said.

"Did you call her?" That was Kaige.

"No, I didn't call her. She just showed up this morning. She made me drink the tea and I slept all day. I am 100% better now that I've rested."

Kaige snorted. "I bet."

I glanced at James and smiled. Kaige saw and turned to James. "Did you have something to do with this? And don't lie to me."

James sighed. "Yeah, I was the one that called Jasmine. I wasn't about to let Seph sit in this hospital for weeks while she got better. She deserves to go after the bastard that tried to kill her and the bastard that killed her parents."

"She isn't going after Raidyn because we—Shayne and I—forbid it," Kaige growled.

"You can't forbid her to do anything," James countered.

"Yes, I can. She is seventeen years old. She has her whole life—"

"Stop!" I yelled making everyone jump. "Stop talking about me like I'm not here." I looked at Kaige. "I'm not a child and you are not my father. So stop thinking you can tell me what to do and expecting me to do it."

"You're not going after him. I won't let you," Kaige said, acting like I hadn't spoken.

I rolled my eyes before glancing at Shayne, who hadn't said a single word since he'd arrived. "You agree with Kaige?" I asked.

His gray eyes bore into mine and he nodded.

"Get out," I demanded. It wasn't any use in arguing with either of them. They were too stubborn, just like me.

"Seph, try and understand—" Shayne began.

"Get out!"

The left. James followed them silently and I didn't stop him. No sooner had they left, the door opened again.

"I said go away," I sighed, closing my eyes in frustration.

"You wouldn't kick me out, would you?"

My eyes flew open. Raidyn stood at the foot of the bed. His long, black hair was pulled back into a pony tail at the nape of his neck. He wore a tight fitting black t-shirt that showed off his muscled arms and loose blue jeans.

I pushed the blanket aside and stepped out of bed but didn't approach him.

"I came to apologize," he said quietly.

"You tried to kill me," I said.

"Yes," he said. I waited for him to elaborate. He didn't.

"What do you want?" I asked.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "It's like I said. I wanted to apologize."

"Well you did. Now get out."

He walked toward me slowly. I stood my ground. I wasn't afraid of him. A small smile appeared on his face and he lifted a hand and placed it on my shoulder. It took all I had not to shrink away from his cool touch.

"Forgive me," he said.

"For what?"

"This. Sleep," he commanded. My eyes widened for an instant before I succumbed to the darkness.